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 Oct 2013 Sofia Paderes
Morgan
hands like sails in the wind
music stuck to our palms
as it poured through the current

air, a gentle caress
on our lungs
it never
ever
stung

lullabies at two in the afternoon
and showers at four in the morning

no one ever asked
"how are you feeling?"
with a distance cold
enough to shake your
bones, even through
the telephone

well
*i'm feeling better
i'm just a little
over-tired
 Oct 2013 Sofia Paderes
Morgan
We used to fall asleep in our
jeans in the middle of the day
and not wake up until the
next morning

We used to go to shows on
week nights and sing
in the shower

Life was light
and rest came easy
Get lost!
Plunge into the cool waters of the unknown,
Breathe in its main element, adventure!
Fight fear!
Battle beasts!
Challenge chances!
Cultivate curiosity!

Get lost!
When you are navigating through
A remote road,
Alien alley,
Or secret sidewalk,
Soak your soul,
Let it dry
…slow
Do not wring the thrill out.

Get lost!
Everywhere,
Absolutely,
Is a strange somewhere and an exotic elsewhere.
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Postmodern Poetry
QC Phil.
10.8.13
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
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